#fey curse

[gideon-coal]

You KISSED kremy?? at the first wedding???! elaborate

We were drunk off our asses! Both of us had so much to drink that night. I barely remember anything from that night except for that damn kiss...

"You may now kiss tha groom", and then my lips are on his.

[noteviljustadoctor]

Warning: Suggestive?

Wowie Gideon sure does taste like apple candy

bonus: spoliers

[vampiric-succulent]

OUAW EP 13:

Loving the Aladrin fey curse and the confidence of Summer Aladrin Surfer Dude Derek

“Woah that sounds vaguely familiar. My name’s Brett.”

[hash-hexe-relit]

I swear i'm being cursed by some fey asshole by eating their delicious mushroom house or something. first time I try to go to the interview the transit hub gets closed due to a fucking bomb threat second time the interviewer has to go manage an emergency incident third time the Wifi Gremins consume all of my wifi's so I cant join the MS teams meeting. I'm kinda stoked to find out what happens when I try to do the interview for the 4th time, maybe they'll give up or maybe they'll lay some wonderful curse on me like "becomes werewoof when stressed" or some other useful kind of curse I can use to sew general chaos and disorder.

[sunriseinorbit]

i think it is so diabolical and sick and twisted that mia came from a family of spirit mediums and was a skilled medium herself but neither of the two most important people she lost actually died so she couldn't even channel them. do you think she ever wished misty and diego were actually dead just so she could know for sure and then hated herself for even thinking about it.

[fernsnailz]

some sketches/doodles of my dnd character, Gorb :] my stupid lizard boy with a -1 intelligence modifier

[redstalkingdeath]

These might be the RUDEST shots in the whole show so far:

Embracing in bed?? Looks like Pei Su has his hand on Luo Weizhao's shoulder?? LWZ with his mouth on PS's neck??

And here they're basically kissing!

[dailyadventureprompts]

Out on a Limb in Lirnketh

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Seeking shelter from the dangers of the everwood, a group of foresters decided to take shelter in the boughs of a grove of titanic trees. What started as a simple shelter grew over generations into a precariously perched village that provides an essential stop off for any travellers or wagon trains passing through the primeval forest.

Adventure Hooks:

The party are tasked with delivering an important missive in the depths of winter, and are driven to take shelter in Lirnketh when the weather turns. Forced to wait out the storm or risk going astray or worse yet freezing, the party has a moment to warm up, meditate on their mission, and enjoy some cider.

Hippogriff racing is a beloved pastime in the everwood, a tradition which originates with the the local woodelf clans who used the beasts to aid in their hunts. One of their greatest trainers has taken retirement in Lirnketh, and might be willing to teach the party's resident cavalier some tricks if they manage to prove themselves to the gruff old man.

A merchant caravan has gone missing after being attacked on the road. The few survivors who made it back to civilization speak of a strange, towering figure watching them from the trees, and fret that the caravan master somehow gave offence to one of the innumerable forest gods. Investigation finds a scattering of the hired guards and wagoners frozen where they stood, their cargo ripped open and spilled over the forest floor; food, furs, and jewellery discarded in a search for something yet more precious.

Further Adventures:

The Strange creature that haunts the paths around Lirnketh is known by some as the Gelid Huntsman, was crafted from a bough of an iceladen tree by an archfey for the single minded purpose of retrieving a lost necklace, driving it to attack any who cross its path dressed in finery or boasting too loudly (as the merchant did) of their riches.

The necklace was stolen when a mundane crow caught sight of the archfey on their way to a grand fairyland ball and took fancy to the shine around their neck.

Because nothing can ever be simple with the fey, the necklace is cursed, its beauty both hypnotic and corrosive, honed to eat away at the vision those who look upon it with envy. The necklace is also slightly alive, containing the essence of the archfey’s defeated lover/rival, who is desperate not to return to captivity and is far from innocent.

Through the crow, the necklace has found its way into the hands of some bandits, and is slowly making its way up to their leader through a chain of smeagol-one ring style betrayals. 

This leaves the party with a dilemma,  keep the necklace for its bewitching power and be pursued by the Gelid Hunter, release the vengeful spirit within, or give the necklace back to its sinister maker and earn themselves an ominous gift in thanks. 

[lilianhuas]

[kremy-lecroux]

There! Finally found the fuckin' back entrance... Phew, I'm exhausted...

...

.... WHAT. THE. FUCK?

[gideon-coal]

HEY, MR. COAL!! I'm the April Fools Magic Anon and I'm here to CURSE YOU with some FEY MAGIC!! *Bonks Gideon with a magic wand* CONGRATULATIONS, NOW YOU ARE A CLOWN!!! A VERY HAPPY CLOWN!! (You decide the length or if this mixes with another feycurse!!) Happy April Fools lol

GREAT

[trainer-from-unova]

AND FUCK YOU CHRONO STONE HATERS!!!

[meraarts]

Been thinking about this banger of a parallel

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 60

For completing an especially hard contract, Geralt is given a present from the fae. "Your perfect love", they call it. When Jaskier is shoved toward him, Geralt wishes he could say he was surprised. Geralt quickly gains his shock back, however, when upon his bard speaking, he finds he has been completely drained of his personality. Jaskier speaks as concisely and directly as possible, with no embellishment or flowering of his words - Hell, he doesn't even speak with emotion or tone in his voice. Geralt demands to know what they've done to Jaskier, only for the fae to teleport them out. Geralt goes from mage to mage, sorcerer to sorcerer, healer to healer, priest to priest, hoping desperately that someone, anyone, can revert Jaskier back to himself. Jaskier no longer sings. He barely talks. He doesn't wander off, or dance in place, or reach out to Geralt. His eyes have even dulled in color, now a blank gray, always looking hazy and glossed over. Nobody can heal Jaskier. Or so it seeems! I love happy endings SO two options (or any you come up with but you know what I mean) Option 1: Geralt marches back to the Fae's woods and demands they speak to him, as they've disrespected him by not giving him his prize for completing their contract those months ago. When they bring him in, affronted at the idea of what he is implying, they are shocked when he berates them for at least a full hour over how much he loves the traits his bard once had that they had thought he found annoying. "So you never gave me my perfect love." He finishes. They all converse for a moment, before nodding. "It seems we underestimated you, Witcher. We apologize for the misconception." And thank the gods, Jaskier slumps in place and looks to Geralt with bright blue eyes. "Geralt? Wh- What's going on?" Only to then be kicked out of the fae realm again. Oh well. At least Jaskier was cured. Option 2: TRUE LOVE'S KISS BABBYYYYYYYYYY

[itsguysnightitsironic]

How many times do we have to teach you this lesson, old fey?

Did the COS gang know? No, but something has to explain the massacre in the winery-

You know what they say; you need to burn the thing down like twelve times, for good measure.

[arttsuka]

can we see one of your aus?

I don't have that sketchbook with me but here are some old drawings of that ace attorney wings au

So basically, white angel wings = good, black demon wings = bad, insect wings = spirit mediums (combinations exist, like Edgeworth having black angel wings)

I'll try to flesh that au out more in the future but for now I only have these